Slayer by D. L. Snow Page B

untied the sash at her waist. He slid it out from beneath her and then tugged at her shirt until he had it pulled up and over her head. She laid there beneath him, her grey eyes wide with longing and wonder. He kissed her lips and then paused a moment to take in her glorious body.
    She was so much slimmer than other women he’d seen. Her flesh was not rounded with dimpled plumpness, but firm with planes that came from hard work and muscle. Her breasts, though small, were full and ripe, tipped with tiny rosebud nipples that cried out for his kisses. “Yes,” he sighed as he gave in to those pretty demands. He kissed her breast then flicked her nipple with his tongue, well aware of how his kisses were affecting Brea’s breathing. “I’ve never desired a woman as I desire you.” With reverence, he ran his hands gently down the length of her torso. “So strong,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. “So beautiful.” He cupped her breast and shifted his body so that he could have better access to her other nipple, for he desperately needed to taste her again, to suck and lick and devour her deliciousness.
    Brea sighed and held his head to her chest. His tongue danced across her hardened bud before he sucked her into his mouth again. But his right hand continued downward to her thighs, and Cahill kissed the valley between her breasts before he raised his head so he could watch his hand trace the vicious scar on her leg. “So brave.”
    “Cahill?”
    “Yes, my love?” So enthralled was he by his exploration of her extraordinary physique, he did not hear the quavering in her voice.
    “Cahill, I can’t do this.”
    How he wanted to ignore her. His hand was even then easing her legs apart. Stopping now was tantamount to the worst torture he could imagine. But he stopped nonetheless. He closed his eyes and let out a long, shaky breath.
    “Why are you stopping?” Brea asked with a voice quavering even more than his.
    “You asked me to. It’s hard, Brea, to—”
    “No,” she said as she shook her head from side to side., She grabbed his hand and slid it back into place between her legs. It was then he noticed that her little bottom rocked back and forth, grinding into the furs beneath her. “What I mean is, I can’t do it. I can’t just lie here, like those other women. The ones in the taverns.” She bit her lip and wiggled some more. “I’m going crazy. I need to do something.”
    It took a moment for Cahill to understand what Brea was talking about. Then he smiled, and his hand happily went back to work between her legs. “You don’t have to just lie there, my love.”
    Her brows furrowed as her breath came faster. “Then tell me what to do.”
    “Why don’t you start by undressing me?”
    A smile of delight lit up her face as she flew to her knees. Cahill wondered if she even realized the manner in which she pressed her heels into that tender part of her rump as she rocked back and forth and side to side. But then he totally forgot that line of thinking as her hands tore at his shirt. Literally tore it. She used her teeth to assist in the shredding of his clothes, and Cahill didn’t think he’d ever been more aroused.
    However, once the remains of his shirt slid from his chest, Brea’s inquisitive hands would have brought him to his knees were he not already there. “You’re so hard,” she said as her palms spanned his chest. Then she leaned down and kissed him, mimicking his movements, her tongue flicking here and there, just as his had. Cahill clutched her head to his chest and groaned, gritting his teeth, afraid he would spill his seed upon the furs instead of depositing his essence inside Brea’s glorious body.
    “If you think that’s hard, woman, you should reach lower.”
    She was already one step ahead of him. Her fingers fumbled at the tie, and Cahill roughly moved her hands away to take care of it himself. He stood in order to remove his breeches and boots and